I couldn’t have not noticed her, I realize that in hindsight. The moment my eyes encountered her, though, the fascination acted like a switch to my young brain and disrupted all the circuits but the primal ones. You’d have noticed her too, had you been in my place. Among the sea of hectic tourists in their garish outfits, she was like an epiphany. Huge, dark eyes that appeared to look right into a different world, above high, exotic cheekbones and a finely chiseled nose drew my look like magnets. Lips that were full – but not artificially so – and darkly outlined into kissable perfection twitched slightly upward in a joke that nobody but her could hear. She wasn’t young, not by my measures, early forties if I’d dare a guess. But like expensive wine, she had only grown in beauty and intensity. Her face was, for lack of any better term, an oxymoron to me. Something about her radiated angelic innocence, but whenever that sparkle in her eyes lit up, there seemed to be some wicked, hidden daemon bubbling just beneath the surface. I could not really shape it into words, but from the moment that I saw her, I was entranced. Her black dress was far too expensive and classy for a place like this where tourists bargained for rebate on coffee and cake, but she didn’t seem to mind. Absently, her fingers stroked the cigarette pack that lay in front of her, and a feeling, strange but oddly familiar too, bubbled up inside me. I didn’t realize it, but I sighed. The waitress brought my Latte …
Mother in law
It had been a beautiful week and the weekend was looking to be even more beautiful. My wife and myself were at my mother in laws' house for dinner on a Thursday evening. My wife was talking to her sister about the annual weekend away they do with their dad. They were both not pleased that it was on one of the hottest weekends we'd had for most of the summer. As my wife and her sister talked, my mother in law asked me what my plans for my weekend on my own were. I told her that I had lots of painting on the garage and re staining of the fence I wanted to get done. Other then that not much beside cutting grass and if the night was not too windy I might sit in back yard and listen to some music and have a Bon fire. So the dinner and conversation continued and after dinner we all hoped in my truck and went to caught a movie at the theatre. Once the movie was over and we head back to drop the in laws off. My mother in-law suggested if I need a hand at all with painting she'd be glad to help. Once we got home the wife suggested it would lbe a good idea for her mother to help, she loves to paint and it would save me a ton of time and she'd probably cook dinner for me as well. So the wife called her and asked if she'd was free tomorrow, as well too remind her sister that their dad would be picking her up around 430pm. Once she was off the phone she told me that I could pick up her mom tomorrow morning, just to call before I headed over. As well that she'd be up around six am, so …
My Gay Sex Life: Chapter I
Me and Ben have been at the same school since year 7 and were instantly best friends, we live in an outback Australian town and there's not much to do other than go to School and hang out at people's houses. We went to different primary schools but as soon as we met we could tell we were meant to be best friends. Until about Year 10, we were just 2 normal guys that were best friends, I am gay and had a huge crush on Ben but was in the closet so no one knew and for all I knew he was straight. Ben was always that guy who all the girls went for and he had so many girls wanting to be his girlfriend but he never had one, I was assuming that he just never met anyone that was good enough for him, that turned out not to be true. The only class Ben and I had together was woodwork, so that was obviously my favourite part of the day. We worked at the same bench and would just talk about random things, you know, normal teen guy things, today was Friday so we decided that I would come over to his house that night and stay until Sunday. I was really excited as always and every time I went to his house I prepared by shaving, packing lube and condoms and clean out my ass just in case, never expecting anything to happen. But that night his parents were out at a conference in Sydney and weren't gonna be home until Sunday afternoon, so we had the whole house to ourselves. When I arrived he just yelled "The Door's Open, Come In" I went to his lounge room and he was laying on the King sized …
Sex With My Sister (Book 2 Chapter 1)
Author’s Note: By a request… Book 2 is now being posted. Let me set the scene for you… on second thought, fuck it. Enjoy. Book 2 Chapter 1 – Back in the Swing I sat at a table in the college library, reading up on my English project. The stories of King Arthur had me entranced until I felt a pair of soft breasts pressing into my back. Two hands covered my eyes. “Guess who.” My latest girlfriend Nicole said. I smirked. “Is it Santa? I should tell you that I wasn’t kidding about that hot slut that I put on my Christmas list.” I said, trying not to laugh. “You Perv!” Nicole said, letting go of my eyes and slapping me in the back of the head. If she had only known. I put my book down and spun around in my chair to look at my girlfriend. She had long strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes, and nice full breasts. Of course I hadn’t been lucky enough to see her nude yet, but I was hoping by spring break she’d change her mind and let me fuck her. “What’s up?” I asked, looking into my girlfriend’s eyes. “I need ideas.” Nicole said. “For?” I asked. “A fundraiser.” “Fundraiser huh? Oh, I get it, put on a strip show in the dorms for the guys and one for the girls. Put all the proceeds to the student council.” I said. She gave me a gentle shove. “You are a total perv.” She said, sitting on my lap. “What do you think makes me that way. I don’t get any.” I pointed out. “But you do know how to tease me.” She put a finger to my lips and led me out of the school library. She led me out of the …
Ali and carmen
She sat there even in all her weariness and thought of him. They were to the world two spirits separated by nearly everything. But if you were to ask either of them they would tell you that the other completed them. Without the other either of them would be lacking in someone they had perhaps searched their whole life to find. Though neither of them would have ever expected that they would find it as they did. She thought back to a night previous. Two simple words he had shared with someone else that night. Those words, "I am submissive." They had served to bring life to a fire deep within her. It was not the implication of debauchery that served to arouse her. Instead it was that with that simple sentence he had begun to show that he was in fact developing. Perhaps there was hope for them yet. She felt that if he were able to embrace his dark inner passion then he would come to know true freedom. His body and his spirit would be able to experience pleasure the likes of which he did not know existed. Slowly her tired mind drifted from intellectual thought. Her passion had been growing for some time. She had not told her lover of her feelings during the previous night. Nor had she really explained to him the passion that had been building inside of her. There was some part of her that feared she might remained forever unfulfilled. Eternally denied a lover aroused by the shadow as she was. That her life should be filled with moments, close, but never taking her soul to …
Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN 3RD FRIDAY Mike gets up at four and Nina wakes so he's pleasantly delayed getting away to pick up Trudy until five. It's twenty after six when he pulls up to her door. She comes bouncing out and says, "You want my help you've got to give up these morning pieces of tail with your wife." She laughs and he says, "It wasn't my wife, it was my neighbor's wife." At that they both laugh. Mike guns the engine and they head for POCO. Trudy studies him before she says, "I'm thinking of moving to Chilliwack. A friend of mine called and she has a really nice place on Clark Drive but her girl friend got married and moved out. She wants me to share the house with her. Can we stop by there on the way?" "Will she be up yet?" "She said she would." "You told her I'd bring you over this morning?" "I figured I could talk you into it. We'll only live thirty minutes apart instead of an hour and a half." "It'll be a long drive to work." "Not if I'm working for you." "Honey, I don't have enough work to hire you full time." "If I'm going to be your mistress, you better be ready to pay my rent, you cad." "Don't you think this mistress thing has gone far enough?" "You don't want me. You just want to screw me and leave me. You’re a brute. I don't know why you turn me on so much." She slides across the seat and slips her hand along the inside of his thigh. Mike grins and says, "We'll see. How much is your share of the expenses?" "Three hundred a month and two hundred for me. For services …
Lilly, Chapter 2
Lilly-Ann and her Mom, Chap 2. The first time with Lily-Ann’s mom Linda was out of this world because I had no clue what was waiting for me when I unlocked the door to her house and stepped into the empty kitchen. I did not expect to find her in a small black bikini although I had hoped for the sexy red short shorts. I did not expect her to let me kiss her and play with her boobs. Most of all, I surely did not expect to lose my virginity that afternoon. Plus it was the first time I really, really could look at her trim body and enjoy grazing every inch. Long black hair, dark eyes, saucy lips, perky b-cups tits and a flat, flat tummy were just the start of it. After she screwed my brains out we had a drink and it wasn’t iced tea. No, she dug out a bottle of the Major’s favorite Kentucky Bourbon and we both chucked a shot glass down. Then we both coughed and laughed and climbed back into her bed. I probably could have got my cock hard for a third round, but Linda was smarter than me and taught me the proper way to eat pussy. It was a great lesson and saved me the embarrassment of maybe not being able to cum a third time. She asked, “Baby, what do you think about eating pussy?” I laughed and said, “Please, I can’t wait to learn.” May as well admit I was new to it and she would teach me how she liked it. Linda chuckled and said, “I’m an excellent teacher!” I had already figured it out from the way her nose hit my belly when she swallowed my hard cock. Linda arranged the pillows …
Shredder – part II
Before he could react, she knelt up, slid to the foot of the bed crouching, one foot on the corner of the bed, the other on the floor, one hand grasping the bed for balance as the other one was free. She spat the chunk of penis in her free hand and looked at it carefully. Eddie was lying on the bed, wide-eyed, white with pain and shock. His free hand reached down, disbelieving, staring wildly as he held his fingers in front of his eyes, dripping blood. His mouth started to form an ‘O’ to speak when she looked him in the eye. “Eddie, you really piss me off,” she said flatly, “and you really pissed me off the way you killed Sandy like that. I had plans for her.” She raised the half penis to her mouth and licked it, blood on her lips, then took it in her mouth and swallowed hard as she gulped it down. “You made some big mistakes asshole… One, you never take the bitch I have marked for my own kill. Two, you never fuck me without permission. Three, you destroyed the best part… you lost my support when you tore apart her pussy… that’s always what I eat first. The flavour is delicate, it only lasts while it’s nice and fresh. Four, you never fry, you broil, bake or stew them for the best flavour. Five, you raped my ass. Six, you trusted me too soon. Seven, you let me cuff you.” She reached down and picked up his pants, retrieved his key ring and trying a couple, undid her leg shackle and clamped it on Eddie’s right ankle, so his legs were crossed and he couldn’t kick. “Eight, …
It Was an Accident, Honest!
pictures and sex tape of my when is was 18 years old: http://qwiklnk.com/7juY <—- need to copy it Well, three accidents really, so it's not actually my fault I fucked my father. I mean, you can't blame me for the first two, and only partly for the third mishap. Of course, my nickname is Miss Hap, because as a kid I was always in the middle of whatever trouble there was. It's not like I'm accident-prone, I just sort of wind up in the middle of trouble by happenstance. In fact, my given name is Happy. Mother was a Republican from upstate New York, and there was this Governor Rockefeller (like the Plaza in NYC), who became Vice-President (I think). Anyway, his wife's name was Happy, and I'm named after her. The moniker suits me. I am a pretty happy person. And happily I'm a pretty girl too. Not to brag, but above average. I had no more to do with it, than my name. Blame my mom's politics and genetic material for both. However, the fact I look like her, and she was a runner-up for Miss New York State when she was 19, is part of the reason that daddy and I did it. Fucked. I must say, it was not his fault at all, as you will understand when you read my story. It was fun too. But then sex is, if you're a normal, healthy and active female of 22. Which I am, except now I'm a year older. I became sexually active, in my first year of college, at 18. I was ready. We used protection, but then I went on the pill, since I fully intended to screw often with the fella I was in love with. …
A Pilot and his Princess
To say I was relieved to retire would be an understatement. 10 years of flying shitty jet airliners, dealing with bitchy FAA personnel, as well as dumbass air traffic control, and suffering irregular sleep due to the job, had taken its toll. All for 25 bucks an hour. The benefits were really good, but still, pilot's don't come cheap. I didn't really need the money though. 20 years of working at Lockheed, being smart with my money, and finding a wife that would spend mainly her own money, I had already built a retirement all on my own. I never expected it to be like this though. I don't remember much, if not any of the crash. All I remember was that starboard engine quitting and thinking, fuck. Luckily the copilot was conscious through the ordeal. We were headed into Ontario International, thank god it was a cargo flight and we were empty of cargo. We had inexplicable lost power to the number two engine of the DC-10, turning us to the right towards the 210 freeway. I could either attempt to land on the 210, or trim out the plane and head for Chino, but I wasn't gonna make Ontario. I retracted the gear, and firewalled engine number three, then as I was applying left rudder and aileron, began throttling up engine number one incrementally. all in a smooth motion while the copilot, Eddie Simons, handled the ATC, who were probably flipping the fuck out. I had since taken off my headphones so I could hear what the plane was doing. A good pilot can listen to what his or her plane …
Meeting Up With Good Friend
I met up with my good friend Lieke on a sunny saturday afternoon. Lieke and I have been friends since she and her parents moved into my neighborhood eleven years ago. Back then we were both skinny, tall kids at the age of ten. I immediately got along with her because she loved to play football and never whined about getting dirty or sweaty. Although we went to separate high schools and both had different friends, we always remained close friends. Puberty struck Lieke hard. In just three years her boyish body changed into a fine curvy girl with bigger than average boobs. We never felt the urge to date or experienced any sexual tension between us. For me it felt like having a mate in a female body. Now we are both twenty-one and Lieke lived on her own in a small apartment. It was a nice place though, located in a medieval building in the historic center of the city where she went to college. On this particular afternoon we planned to go see some bands performing live on a city square. Some sort of cultural festival, that really didn't interest me much. I was there for the beers, music and my friend of course. Lieke opened the door wearing a short, satin bathrobe. It was nothing for her to not be ready for an appointment. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on my cheek. She excused herself for being late and said it was because of female issues. I teased her by asking that I wasn't even fully sure that she was female, so her reason was a lame excuse. She laughed and told me …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior
Cast of Characters Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthheart Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle's First Wife. Fatima Unmei : Kyle's younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart, and in a magical coma cursed by Ms. Franklin. Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle's long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin's dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Out of guilt, she fled to find redemption with the Goddess Ishtar. Nakamura Fumi: Kyle's girlfriend. She's a Yuiki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. She is in Japan looking for a way to be with Kyle. Wielder of Windfeather. Britney Kingston: Kyle's best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw. Enemies Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle's school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power. Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy. Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. She was instead captured by Burke and forced to serve him, sent to Japan to kill Fumi and retrieve Windfeather. Sable Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin's …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 67: Phone Sex
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-66”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… Before I begin, I would like to mention that I know this fantasy sounds a little farfetched, but I swear that everything you are about to read is true, down to the unlucky streak I went through before deciding to write about my unfortunate events. I hope you enjoy. I love watching movies and TV series. It’s what I do to relax. Unfortunately, purchasing Dexter: The Complete Series was far from relaxing. I already owned the first three seasons, but when I saw the complete series for sale on Amazon, I could not resist. However, I already had quite a few movies and seasons waiting for me, so I put off watching Dexter until I had a little more time. By the time …
Down in the sand dunes
Before my love of dressing en’femme I had already experienced the feelings and delights that another male could give me and that I could give to another male, so you will see that the ‘experience’ was there. Near to my home on the East coast of England was a long curving beach with dunes along it. From the WW II there were a lot of old concrete fortifications machine gun posts and the like and I used to spend hours and hours exploring them, just the mystery of them I suppose. Sometimes I’d have to work for ages digging away the sand and grasses that had partially blocked the entrance of some particular new site of exploration One sunny day just after my 16th birthday I was out exploring and almost hidden away at one end of the beach in the dunes I found the entrance to a large shelter. I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before because it was only a few hundred yards from one of the car parks behind the beach. I crept inside and found that the old gun slits provided quite a lot of light inside. I looked around and found that there were three or four rooms inside and as I went from one room to the other my mind was filled with visions of what it must have been like to be in there guarding the coast. I eventually came to one of the rooms and in the corner I could see a small pile of paper. I went over wondering what it was and got a real surprise it was a pile of girlie magazines in almost pristine condition. I knelt down and in the sunlight shining thru the gun slit I …
Latex Catsuit Sex
Latex Catsuit Sex I am not very good at writing stories, but I would like to share some of my kinky passions with you all. I love to dress in kinky, provocative and feminine outfits; some for public wear and some only acceptable in the bedroom. I love heels or boots, pantyhose and stretch vinyl but, my favorite is latex. I have had a latex fetish my whole life! Even at the age when I was too young to have a sexual interest in another person, or even knew about sex, rubber gloves would make me hard just from thinking about them. My Mom had a pair of latex household gloves that were transparent, smooth and shiny inside and out and very supple and stretchy. I would sneak them into the bathroom and sometimes wear them to bed at night. My little dick would get hard and I would play with it. I didn't know what it was all about, just that it felt soooo good! I had my first orgasm at the age of about five wearing those gloves. I had no idea what had just happened and it was so powerful that it really gave me a scare. I vowed that I would never do anything like that again! I was probably at it again the next day! lol My all time favorite single item of clothing is a footed, gloved and hooded latex catsuit. I have many, with and without the attached hood, in different thicknesses and colors but, my favorite are thin and transparent or transparent colors. The thin latex can fit so tight and wrinkle free and yet not be tight feeling or binding. Also, they are just soooo stretchy and …
Carol: My Mentor Part VIII Maddy: First Swap
Carol gave me several days respite after my evening with Sue, for which I actually was grateful. I had several papers due in various classes, and needed time to prepare for the next meeting of the SAB Board, which was coming up soon. So I didn’t mind the “time off” so to speak and was able to focus on my schoolwork and SAB responsibilities for awhile. After four days of “rest,” however, I was starting to get restless for some more action. Now that I actually knew what great, not just good, sex was like, I was addicted to it. With the weekend approaching, I was not only getting horny but curious about what would be in store for me. Thankfully, Carol called me later that night and announced that she and I would be “double-dating” after the basketball game on Friday with Terry McDonald, one of the varsity basketball players, and his girlfriend, Maddy O’Connor, who was one of the cheerleaders. Apparently, Carol and Terry had been “fuckbuddies” back in her freshman year and have maintained a cordial and casual friendship over the years. Carol told me, “We’ll grab a burger at Rudy’s after the game, go back to Maddy’s apartment, listen to some music, hang out and … see what develops.” “What do you mean by ‘see what develops?’” I asked. Carol replied: “Now that I’m somewhat of a ‘free agent,’ like you, I would not mind bedding Terry again. And, he tells me that Maddy sometimes likes to ‘swap partners’ when they double date, if you get my drift.” I did indeed and was totally onboard …
National park, my version
I am the wife in this adventure. It appears that my husband has just slightly violated our don't tell understanding. He just put it out there for everyone, so I told him it was only fair that I get to post what I was doing while he has fucking pregnant Deb. So here goes! First about me, I am also sixty and yes it is easier for a woman to get laid any time over a man, regardless of age. I do NOT do oral nor anal, so it is just straight sex with me and that is the way it goes. I cannot watch my husband getting fucked anymore than he can watch me get it on with another man. Hence the do not ask/tell policy (which has been completely violated here). I found out about Deb through an intercepted phone call, our cell phones go to the house phone if the cell is off. Deb was going to hang up, but I assured her that my husband was right in that we did allow a little on the side. Apparently he had been doing a LOT on the side while I was in London. The really aggravating part is that I did nothing the 4 weeks I was gone! Deb is nice, I found out about the pregnancy and also her husband's screwing other women in her absence. However they had come to a similar agreement to what we have and that her husband (I will call him "Mike") might be interested in a total swap for one night. She would call back the next day if interested. She called the next day, Mike had no objection to my husband getting a younger woman and him a senior woman as long as I really was into sex. Which she assure …
My Life: Past To Present
This is a true story of my life. i guess the things going though my mind are really fucked up feelings. i dont know how to trust myself much less another person. i ask myself over and over whats wrong with me and where is all this hurt and anger coming from? truth is i've known all along, its all the lies and secrets ive kept buried deep inside of myself thinking that its a way of protecting myself and the people i love. well its time to let it all out no more hiding no more running its time to face my problems here and now. Truth is i have a problem telling the truth I only know how to lie. I've lied to my friends and family, I've lied to people i don't even know just so i could money or food from them, fucked up i know. I don't know who I am and I never really did. I used to be really big into the gaming world and being a real loser. My mom has supported me all my life even now at the age of 22 she's still supporting me. Time and time again she's told me, Dustin you need to get a job and do something with your life and you'll start to feel better about yourself. I've had a few here and there but nothing i enjoyed and quit about 3 months later. Today I've come to realize that mom's not going to be there with me forever, I need to take the steps in life to become a strong independent man. The man that I'm supposed to be, no more relying on others to take care of me and support me, its time for Dustin to support himself. I admit I'm an asshole and real piece of shit for not …
The Dance
It was a short, wet two blocks to Sam’s house and he walked quickly because it had started sprinkling again. It had been raining earlier and now puddles on the street, shimmering mirrors of black and silver from the street lights, flashed and disappeared then appeared again in new shimmering puddles along his way. Trees sporadically dripping in the light breeze offered undependable protection from the drizzle and just added to Sam’s foul mood. Hands shoved deep into his pockets and his head drawn into the collar of his light jacket made it appear he had become a kind of weird turtle as he hurried along. Sam walked into the attached garage; hung his wet jacket on a hook, kicked off his soggy shoes, unlocked the back door, and entered the kitchen. The light over the sink glowed its 60 watts of dull greeting. His mother’s car wasn’t in the garage, so he guessed she was still out. Not surprising he thought, it was after all Saturday night. He knew she would be home sooner or later, almost certainly d***k, perhaps with a male friend. Not his problem he thought with a certain sadness. Sam sighed, opened the frig and took out a can of soda and a jar of peanuts. His evening had been a disaster, although others would remember it differently. A party at a friend’s house was way less fun than it should have been. The one girl Sam was interested in was with someone else, the other girls were slugs and there were no new faces. He had had a few beers, shared a joint on the patio with two …
The Chapman Curse
As always ladies and gentlemen, leave a comment below and let me know what you thought, good or bad. I'm hoping to make a mini-series of this so any ideas and words from you guys would be much appreciated! My alarm woke me at around four, and as 'Sweet Emotion' by played out of my phone I had that feeling in my stomach you get whenever your nerves tell you that you're afraid. I don't know why I was afraid, I guess it was what my mother called the Chapman curse, every time someone in the family started a new job the first day of that new job would be a disaster. It happened every time. She told me about it when I was young but I didn't listen, I mean who would? You get told that every time you start a job, day one would end in tears. I didn't even remember it until I had completed the first day of my very first job. I was seventeen and just beginning college, so I had picked up a part time job that would keep me busy at weekends. It was at a trade counter, which is basically a store that has a warehouse attached. I began and right off the bat I was to be trained on the customer service desk, and one by one everyone who walked into that fucking place had a problem with something they bought, or they had bought the wrong item and wanted you to sort them out with the right thing. Weekends were crazy hectic with the D.I.Y guys, guys who had a job to do at home and didn't want to pay for an expert to do it for them. I spent most of the day running back and fourth collecting shit …
3sum masti with gujrati couiple in 2012
Main phir aa gaya hun aap logon se apne anubhav batane ke liye ,jo pathak naye hein unko bata dun ki mera naam rajesh hai aur meri age 30 hai ,pahle maine kuch din gigolo ka kaam kiya par ab main ek pvt company mein job karta hun ,jin ladies ko maine sewa di v mujhe ‘nari sewak’ ke naam se bulati hein ,ab main gigolo ka kaam to nahi karta par ek comsite par apna cam broadcast karke couples ke sath online masti karta hun aur yadi couples mujhe like karte hein to main unke sath3 sum enjoy bhi karta hun ,lekin ab main paise nahi leta .par aane jane ka train aur air ticket ka kharcha couples hi karte hein ,main to masti karne jata hun kyunki meri salary itni h ki main ye sab kharcha khud nahi kar sakta ,isliye main couples ko pahle hi keh deta hun ki yadi aap log enjoy karna chahte hein to kharcha aapko karna padega .ab in baton ko yahin rehne dete hein aura b aapko main ek aisa experience bataunga jo august 2012 mein mere sath hua .ek din augest mein jab main apna cam broadcast kar raha tha to ek cpl ka main eek forum pe advertise mila ki vo financial crisis mein hein aur vo paise ke liye kuch bhi kar sakte hein ,yahan tak ki vo paise ke liye kisi ke sath sex bhi kar sakte hein ,maine sochaki kya pata ye couple kitni problem mein h to maine unse mail ke through contact kiya to pata chala ki vo young cpl h male 30 saal ka jiska name mhesh hai aur wife 26 saal ki jiska name main yahan komal likh raha hun vo couple gujrat ke rehne weale the .meri unse phone pe baat hue to vo bole …
My First and Only Gay Expirience
I am not sure if anyone will ever read this but I would like to start off by saying a few things: 1) This is story is real. 2) I have never shared this with anyone and I feel that the anonymity of this site and the nature of its content is appropriate for me to share this without fearing any real repercussions. 3) Although this is a story that talks about a homosexual experience, I wouldn't call myself gay. I believe sexuality is a spectrum and I lie closer to the heterosexual side of that spectrum (although i do enjoy watching gay porn from time to time). 4) This story ended up being longer than I expected but I think it is worth reading as it is based off a true event that happened in my life. The story is about me and my best friend in high school, we will call him Sam. Sam was a tall athletic guy whose parents were originally from Eastern Europe. Sam and I lived in neighboring houses which is probably what led us to be best friends in high school. Sam and I hung out a lot during high school, almost everyday. Sam's mom was a tall, pale Eastern European woman with a skinny frame and breasts that seemed too big for her body. As you can probably tell, I had a huge crush on Sam's mom (but thats another story). Because Sam's mom was a stay-at-home mom and my parents were constantly at work all day, we mostly hung out in my house. We also had a huge pool so during the warm days of summer, Sam and I would always go swimming in the afternoon to cool down. Sam would then come to …
One Trick Penny – Chapter 1
The Instigation I’ve worked as a prostitute for nearly a year and by my best estimate had performed two hundred seventy-five sex acts for money, or tricks as they are called. However, I’ve never had sexual contact with another man outside the bounds of my marriage. In fact, my husband has been the sole customer of my entire career as a “working girl," which is why I refer to myself as One-Trick Penny. Penny, of course, is not my real first name – it’s just that One-Trick Stella sounds silly. My life as a whore began about a year into my marriage. My husband, Dave, was ten years older and had been in the military for a decade before we met. He confessed to me that during his years in the Army, he was serviced by dozens of prostitutes, and he had a strong desire for what he termed, “transactional sex acts”; the kind of things most ‘decent women’ wouldn’t ordinary be willing to perform, or at least do as often as he wanted it. Dave had an extremely high sex drive. When we first married, we literally hit it two to three times a day – seven days a week. At first, I loved the passion and attention, but after a few months, I began to wear out and looked for excuses to avoid being fucked more than once a day. It came to a head on a Saturday afternoon. “No, not again,” I said as I saw the bulge in my husband’s briefs as he sprawled on the bed. He looked, for want of a better term, damn hot. His abs were a near-perfect six-pack, with chiseled facial features. Ordinarily, I’d have …
Max
It had been expensive but after the latest in a long series of disastrous break ups Andrea finally decided to swear off real men for a while and purchased the sex bot upgrade for Max, her Enf***er 900 home security robot. It was late Friday afternoon, almost a week since Andrea first ordered Max’s upgrades, that she finally received a text message informing her that Max’s upgrades were complete and her robot would be returned home that afternoon. That evening, Max was waiting by the door to greet Andrea when she returned from work, “Good evening Andrea, it’s nice to see you again. And how was your day?” Already thinking about her night, “It was a good day and thank you for asking.” Pausing to glance down at Max’s seemingly unchanged and genital free crotch, “Oh, and Max, after I take a shower I’d like a demonstration of your new upgrades.” Thirty minutes later, her hair dried and standing wrapped in a towel Andrea walked back into the living room, “OK Max, I think it’s time for that demonstration, activate your sex bot upgrades.” As Andrea watched the backlight of Max’s head mounted optical scanner changed from its normal green glow to a deep red as the newly installed access panel at the apex of the robot’s legs silently opened to allow the robot’s genitals to deploy. Watching as Max’s newly installed genital package fully deployed Andrea felt a pang of disappointment, really all that money for a set of oversized glowing balls and a metal cock barely the size of her …
Into the Abyss–Chapter 4
I didn't bother going home after dropping my wife off at the airport. When I asked Lucy if I could come over she didn't hesitate in telling me yes, so I decided to go to her place. When Susan mentioned seeing the lube I could have punched myself in the face. I put it back in my nightstand without thinking. Susan must have gone through my things looking for evidence that I was fooling around out here. The bottle of lube was damning, to be sure, but it didn't prove anything. I had to have an honest talk with Lucy. I needed to know what she was doing at that restaurant, for starters, and I had to find out if she was interested in something more than what we are currently doing right now. When I arrived at Lucy's place she was at the door waiting for me. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She looked good in them. She also looked worried. "Frank, if this is about Friday night, please let me explain." "Lucy," I said, more calm than I expected to be. "Yes, I need you to explain why you were at that restaurant Friday night. Once you've done that, I need to explain some things to you." We sat down in her kitchen. Lucy had coffee ready and poured two cups for us. "Frank, I was mortified when you walked past me at that restaurant. I had no idea that you would be there. I went there because I felt like indulging myself. I got all dressed up as if we were going out and just wanted to celebrate alone." "Celebrate?" I asked. "What on earth were you celebrating?" Lucy was blushing again. I …